letra de so fly - meek mill
j-jungle beats… holla at me
grand hustle n-gga… money
[chorus]
you know me, i’m so fly
be lookin like money every time i ride by
got them benjis in my pocket and money on my mind
if it ain’t about no paper, then it ain’t about i
cause i get-get-get it, money i get
when i step up in the club, i be feelin like mitch
when i be in the hood, i be ridin with your b-tch
you know she prolly on my d-ck ’cause i’m prolly the sh-t
[verse 1]
listen, i’ma ball til i fall, spit it like i print it
got shawty on the low ’cause i get-get-get it
don’t worry ’bout it, i probably just hit it
i ain’t stubborn with them hoes, you can have her back, n-gga
i’m a boss, sh-t, everything i does, i do
i don’t even wanna buy it if i can’t cop two
if it ain’t about no paper, then it ain’t about who?
ain’t about i, ’cause i be on my grind
i’m a trap-a-holic, my n-ggas be ballin
you n-ggas be fraudin’, i spit like i’m r-t-rded
you n-ggas know the deal, i be ridin’ martian
pull up in a sp-ceship, sh-t on you like a toilet
them b-tches be like “aw d-mn,” haters gotta smell my sh-t
red horse on my shirt, red stripes on my kicks
put that porsche sh-t to work, boxster pop a slip
slide through your hood like, “hater, what’s good?”
[chorus]
you know me, i’m so fly
be lookin like money every time i ride by
got them benjis in my pocket and money on my mind
if it ain’t about no paper, then it ain’t about i
cause i get-get-get it, money i get
when i step up in the club, i be feelin like mitch
when i be in the hood, i be ridin with your b-tch
you know she prolly on my d-ck ’cause i’m prolly the sh-t
[verse 2]
i say i got my first bit of money thought i knew it all
went to mia, south beach, blew it all
came back to the hood trappin super hard
super down, look at me now, superstar
in dat black on black charger rims soy sauce
bunch of diamonds in my chain, the wrist
b-tches gimmie head and tail like a quater toss
cause i just signed to grand hustle i’m for sure to ball
i say we be the freshest, jewelry be vvs-ing
caddy be dts-ing, like khaled, sh-t, we the best
and i tell them hoes i don’t wanna talk, just leave a message
automatic stash boxes so they can’t see the weapons
but i be gt reppin grand hustle, the muscle
no we don’t love these wh0r-s, i just love when i f-ck ’em
no i don’t tuck em, nor do i love em or cuff em
i just hit em and split em, p-ss em off to my cousin
[chorus]
you know me, i’m so fly
be lookin like money every time i ride by
got them benjis in my pocket and money on my mind
if it ain’t about no paper, then it ain’t about i
cause i get-get-get it, money i get
when i step up in the club, i be feelin like mitch
when i be in the hood, i be ridin with your b-tch
you know she prolly on my d-ck ’cause i’m prolly the sh-t
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